If the amount of time spent between blogging is any indication of how busy I've been, I'm sure you'll believe me when I say that life got pretty hectic around these parts for a while there.
Aside from a move we made across the apartment complex (not far enough to change zip codes, but plenty far enough to throw everything off!), December was full of lots of paperwork, upside-down schedules, and exciting new changes (including, of course, the new addition to our already-bulging family tree).
One thing that I'm finding difficult at this point in my life, as I'm sure some of you have experienced yourselves firsthand, is keeping in touch with family and friends through all of our crazy daily schedules. My sister and I see eachother often, visiting at least once a week, and I still call my mother nearly everyday, but as for the extended family strewn all throughout Hampton Roads, I can't say the same. It seems that, the older that all of us "kids" get, the less we see of eachother.
Despite the sad truth of "growing up and growing apart," I am finding that, two months away from my twentieth birthday, things are going very well for me. I'm lucky enough to be going to college now, and am on my way to an Associate's degree in Business Management. Another truth that I know I have to face is the simple fact that I really do change my mind like I change my underwear; I have absolutely NO CLUE which of my interests I'll ultimately choose to use this degree in. Then, of course, there's always that fear that I won't after all be able to find the sort of career I'm looking for in the field that I'll want... a very real danger, I've heard, in today's world. But, if anything, I'm thinking that with the classes I'm taking, I'll be able to hold down any decent office job and, if necessary, work my way up. Some may consider that the "safe road," perhaps... but is the safe one really all that bad of a road to take?
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I don’t think you’ve quite got your head around your own assignment. You absolutely don’t understand the meaning of “myopic” as used to describe perspective. I would think a thoughtful exploration of youth would convey a “tone” (there’s another term you might want to avoid applying a physician’s definition to here) that holds more awe and respect of things outside your own small pool of experience. I would think your assignment would first and foremost be about making the distinctions between important epiphanies and mundane, youthful pontification. What is that…well an example would be writing a blog and then telling someone not to read it. Plus, it’s like a car wreck – you know you shouldn’t, but you can’t help it sometimes.
Re: WHAT AM I MISSING HERE?
I disagree. I understand that your comment was in reference to me, maybe even meant as an insult of sorts, but I don't think you quite have grounds to say that I'm "myopic," (I studied Physical Therapy, and am therefore completely aware of what myopia is, and understand your meaning). You think that I’m glorifying my young age but as I've explained before, my "assignment" here is to share my experiences as a YOUNG ADULT in Hampton Roads. It wouldn’t do to leave out issues I’m having and blog about whatever you deem worthy of reading. I do appreciate your comments, and WILL consider all you say, should you keep posting. Just keep in mind that I have a particular subject to blog about; if you don't agree with it, then stop reading.
what am I missing here?
It’s easy to see how someone growing up in such a youth-centered culture (particularly in the media) could become a little myopic. The real concern here is that what was first simply a degradation of cultural values has been morphing into a full blown identity disorder. To listen to many self-absorbed youth of today, there is actually the unmistakable undertone that suggests that “youth” itself is somehow a thing they’re taking “credit” for, as if it is somehow an achievement. You should brag about your age “after” you actually do something. Just getting out of bed before the age of 25 is not that impressive.